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It’s a machine we’re up against
Devoid of reason, devoid of sense

It’s a system full of regret
We wear it on our shoulders
Someday, we’ll win

We could be two straight lines
In a crooked world
We could be two straight lines
In a crooked world they’ve created

[Verse 1]
Are we wasting our time awake, here?
We could be sleeping, I’ll disappear then maybe

[Chorus]
When you’re here, I know I could never love you
I only dream of you after you are gone

[Verse 2]
We don’t work the way we used to
Your face has changed since morning
Say it, I want to hear some truth
Say it, oh say it

[Chorus]
When you’re here, I know I could never love you
I only dream of you after you are gone

[Verse 1]
Mistakes our fathers made
Will always be the same that we make
Oh, we never learn
We light up our hands and watch them burn

[Chorus]
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold
When you find her, never let her go

[Verse 2]
It’s such a lonely world
I found someone who made it all seem right again
But I let fear get in the middle
And I ran and I stopped to look back

[Chorus]
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold
When you find her, never let her go

[Bridge]
Oh dreamer
I never should have let go of your hands
Oh dreamer
I swear, I’ll regret it for the rest of my days

[Chorus]
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold
Hold on to your gold

When you find her, never let her go
When you find her, never let her go
When you find her, never let her go

I died with you
I wear your clothes to be more like you
Your eyes still sparkle in my mind though you are gone

[Verse 1]
I want flatlands
I never cared about money and all its friends
I want flatlands

[Verse 2]
I want flatlands, I don’t want precious stones
I never cared about anything you’ve ever owned
I want flatlands, I want simplicity
I need your arms wrapped, hard around me

[Verse 3]
I want open plains and scattered trees
I want flower fields, I want salty seas
I want flatlands, soft and steady breeze
Bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees
Dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves
I want flatlands, will you go there with me?

[Bridge]
When it’s said in the dark
And you know it’s always there
When it’s dead in our heart
But your mind is unafraid

When it’s said in the dark
And you know it’s never coming back
When it’s there in your heart
In your mind, you set it free